Friday, December 30, 2005

Happy New Year...

An update is due, I know.... theres been a lot of work and planning of a short vacation going on... Hence the delay. A lot of ideas and posts are buzzing in my head and I'll put them up as soon as I've written them out. In the meantime, here is a small year ending thought, elongated in a nother poem (yeah, I'm on a spree!!!! )


I opened the closet
The skeletons tumbled out
Long hidden but,
I'd to face them no doubt.

Looked up at each one
Full of dread
All my fears and sorrows
The terrible words I'd said

I'd made mistakes
Like each one of us
But I did also perhaps
That no one else does

I pushed them all
At the back of my mind
As far as I could
Absolutely behind

So I could go on doing
All that I had
Without pausing to think
What was good, what was bad

I'd felt powerful
I'd been strong
And never thought whether or not
I was wrong

And today I was here
Looking back at my deeds
Loving, hating, spiteful,
Inspiring or full of greed

I saw them all again,
In my mind's eye
Every word I'd said
Passed me by

Silently I wept
Asking for forgiveness
For each bitter word I'd said
For the superiority, the rudeness

And then it was over,
Finished at last.
For once I was through with
Exorcising my past

The closet was empty
For now at least
Dawn was breaking out
Far in the east

The night was long and terrible
Full of fear
But now had begun
The morning of a new year

Haven't a clue
What this year would bring
More skeletons in the closet
Or a bright happy spring

Perhaps a bit of both
Darkness and light
But I resolve to do
Only what I feel is right

So that there'd be no more terrible nights
No more thoughts at the back to send
No more closets to be opened
When another year ends


Its a little pensive I know, but don't let it dampen the mood..... go ahead, pop the champagne, laugh with joy and have a ball.....
Have a great 2006!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The Sun in her palm...

I saw this picture on Akshaya's blog and absolutely fell in love with it. This little verse is inspired from the picture...


Its the crimson evening calm
And she holds the sun in her palm...

Up in the hills its evening too soon
The glowing red ball will change to a silky moon
But there's still a while for the moonlight white
For another moment I behold the sight
Its the crimson evening calm
And she holds the sun in her palm

"How it goes from pink to yellow
Blazing down and then once more mellow
Those are the changes occurring in the sun
Its dawn to noon to evening run
And then it vanishes out of sight
Plunging us into a deep dark night
Of course it'll come out again tomorrow
And then a moment of time I'll borrow
The moment of crimson evening calm
When I hold the sun again in my palm"

She tells me its her daily ritual
I say its not real, its only virtual
"The sun doesn't change, its we who do
Going around it and spinning too
As we move through our day
We look at the sun in a different way
We call it pink and red and yellow
It blazes forever, never does mellow
And as the earth continues its ride
The sun is visible on the other side
It hasn't vanished. Its there like before
Just that we don't see it anymore
It makes a pretty picture, your palm beneath the sun
While you may have your moment of fun
Its nothing more than a mere illusion
A sweet sight, an interesting vision"

"Oh my, you are such a bore
You don't appreciate any more
The beauty of nature, the wonder of things
I have imagination, and I gave it wings
Then it flew off far and wide
And I learnt to put all logic aside
In a different light, the mundane I see
Do the same I tell to thee
When its time of the evening calm
Stretch it out and hold the sun in your palm"

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

The foodie says...

I have this thing for silly little rhymes, specially the ones I compose! :) If you can't understand what i'm talking about, read this....

or better still, sing it to the tune of 'My favourite things' the famous song from Sounds of music.

Flambe that dances on brown roasted chicken,
Curries that that bubble when they boil and thicken,
Icy blue mocktails with spriglets of mints,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Dollops of icecreams stacked in a bowl,
Juicy Kebaabs laid on a bed of hot coals,
Jumbo grill sandwich with no onion rings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Rich creamy Kulfi that slides out of moulds,
Crispy red parathas with layers and folds,
Caramel custard and all sorts of puddings,
These are a few of my favourite things.


When the clock ticks,
When the time stops,
When I'm famished and meetings are dreary and bore,
I simply remember my favorite things and then I'm not hungry anymore!


he he.... get the idea? lets read some from you ppl..... pick any famous (or infamous) song and write new lyrics for it... let those creative juices flow...... ah, there i go again!

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Gone Silver... Going Golden...

She was 20, a beautiful, bright girl...

He was 26, an athletic, intelligent boy...

She was a teacher...

He was an engineer...

This day 25 years ago, they started their new journey together...

Its been 25 long years of wedded bliss...

Today, as you celebrate your silver wedding anniversary mom and dad, I pray that you have another 25 years (at least!) of health, happiness and togetherness....

Monday, December 05, 2005

The second 55-er

This is the second 55-er. I wrote this one after the previous unnamed 55-er. Inspired by the tabloids, this one is titled...


Desperate Measures

She was fed-up with all the nagging, tired of having her life controlled. She desperately wanted it to end...

She was fed-up with the irresponsible nature, tired of making all decisions. She desperately wanted it to change...

Next day's headlines - "Girl commits suicide. Suicide-note names nagging mother"

Four months later - "Nagging mother depressed. Drinks poison"

Thursday, December 01, 2005

I forgot again!!!

I never wish my friends on their birthdays. Not that I don't want to, I just can't remember birthdays. One of them even said, "If you wish me on my birthday now, I'll faint out of surprise!". And true to my nature, I forgot another birthday yesterday.... the birthday of my blog.

I was introduced to blogging by Anu, my bro. I read his blog and thought blogging was cool. He has stopped blogging now, but you can still read his accounts of his first days of college here. I was intrigued by blogging, but the idea of starting my own blog popped in my mind when Gaurav mailed a post of his to R-Gang (No doubt you guys are wondering what R-gang is... a couple of youngsters crazy, fun-loving, caring, educated gang of youngsters, engineers mostly.....) So, I read his post and asked him for the url. I read his blog and thought of getting one for myself. So I did! A big thank you to Anu and Gaurav for getting me started... and hooked!

When it came to writing on my blog, writing a story was the most natural choice. I have always been making stories in my head... I remember when we were kids, I used to tell bedtime stories to Anu. Soon, he got bored of listening to all the famous ones, and I got bored of repeating them. So, I began making up stories of princes and princesses, fascinating far away lands, and cities of dwarfs up in the clouds! Sometime later we outgrew the bedtime stories, but I didn't stop thinking up stories in my head... problem was, the stories remained there, in my head!

And so I started writing Kaya's story on 30th November 2004. Along the way, I made a lot of blog buddies. But a special mention for DJ and Ashish, for all the inspiration I get from them... of Silky and Kaush for just being so sweet... of Anki, my namesake... of Akshaya for his honest reviews... of Red for her thought provoking posts... of Ricky for his cool comments (and for all the smilies he uses!)... of Colors and Dr. Vicky and Bhagya and Seema and Tony... and of all the silent readers who read my ramblings.... Thank you guys... Its only because of you that I managed to write and complete the stories.... Not just Kaya's story, but Progati too...
Ok, so here I go....
"Happy b'day to you... Happy b'day to you... Happy b'day my bloggie.... Happy b'day to you..."